So, the rocket launch went ok, which is good, of course.
How was the wedding?
I see what you did, there.
Well, yes, according to history. (I was typing on an IBM electric typewriter with one of those “keyboard” snap-in “balls” that had all those weird symbols on them. I’d only ever typed on an old manual typewriter & was fresh out of high school.) I reckon God just had mercy on our ignorance back then; because there were lots of kids like myself down there at the time.
The wedding went okay. I was VERY naïve at the time. Would not put myself or my parents through anything like that again. Husband’s parents were “pillars of the community”, which sort of made me feel obligated to go the extra mile. Of course, my daddy was proud of me; which he deserved. He’d been through Hell in WWII combat. Momma just broke down and cried & cried & cried. (I wised up after some years & got to where I bucked his parents every now & then!)
Fifty-one years in September. - I’m not one who believes in the fairytale of “greener pastures on the other side of that hill”!